Kill me, for in Argos there awaits you a murderous bath.AgamemnonHo! servants, drag away him from my sight!PolymestorDo my words pain you?AgamemnonStop his mouth!PolymestorClose it now; for I have spoken.AgamemnonMake haste and cast him upon some desert island, since his mouth is full of such exceeding presumption. Go, unhappy Hecuba, and bury your two corpses; and you, Trojan women, must draw near your masters’ tents, for lo! I perceive a breeze just rising to waft us home. May we reach our country well and find all well at home, released from troubles here!Polymestor is dragged away by Agamemnon’s guards. ChorusAway to the harbour and the tents, my friends, to prove the toils of slavery! for such is fate’s relentless hest.